"It must be a mistake. Even if this kid is lucky, he is still alive. Now he must be lying in the hospital and he will never be discharged from the hospital."

Zhao Hongfeng kept comforting himself in his heart, clenched his fists and said self-deprecatingly.

"What era is this? There are no ghosts? I must be scaring myself."

He glanced around and muttered.

"Damn Feng Song, why haven't he shown up yet? Does this old guy don't want his son to live..."

While Zhao Hongfeng was cursing, he suddenly remembered a gloomy voice in the dark corner.

"Dad, are you waiting for me?"

If the previous voice was blurry and impermanent, Zhao Hongfeng could hear it clearly this time, and the voice came from his son Zhao Wenhui.

He was trembling all over, his eyes were filled with horror, and he kept sweeping around, but it was pitch black and there was not even a figure.

The empty hall, like ghostly sounds, kept coming from all directions, and could not stand anyone's body!

Zhao Hongfeng was cowardly and muttered to himself with a sad face.

"Wenhui, don't blame your father. I really didn't mean to harm you. It was just an impulse at that time. I turned around and set a tablet for you to ensure that you won't be a lonely ghost, don't come to me, okay?"

A desolate cold wind blew, and the ghostly low voice was once again reminded of it.

"I'm so unfair, come and accompany me..."

Accompanied by the gloomy sound, a dark shadow appeared in the darkness, slowly walking towards this side.

Zhao Hongfeng could no longer hold it in his heart. He was so scared that his butt was urinated and turned around and ran out the door.

But when he arrived at the door, he found that when he came in, someone had already locked a big lock outside.

"You...you can't escape..."

The black shadows in the distance were getting closer and closer, accompanied by gloomy and terrifying sounds.

Zhao Hongfeng's legs were so scared that his legs became weak. He collapsed on the ground, looked at the shadows with his eyes and said begging.

"Don't harm me, I really know I'm wrong. I'll save my life and raise money to save your mother."

"You liar, I will never trust you again."

The black shadow slowly walked in. Zhao Hongfeng saw a dark and pale face under the dim street lights outside, which was his son Zhao Wenhui.

This completely confirmed the fear in his heart. He was simply out of possession, and his nose, tears flowed down, begging bitterly.

"Don't kill me, I know I'm wrong. Thinking of the relationship between our father and son, you can spare my life. I swear that I will save your mother after I get the money."

"It's too late to regret now, let's take your life!"

Zhao Wenhui whispered to himself, spread his arms and rushed forward.

Zhao Hongfeng was shocked and fled without looking back.

Zhao Wenhui looked at his panicked back, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his pale face, and did not continue to chase him.

The door was locked, and Zhao Hongfeng ran into the hall of the gymnasium in a panic in order to escape.

I stumbled all the way and accidentally entered the manager's office.

He looked closely and Feng Song sat on the boss's chair with a swaying look, and he was immediately angry.

"Do you still want to save your son? Let me ask you to this ghost place and hide in it without making a sound. What does it mean?"

Feng Song grinned and said sinisterly.

"Mr. Zhao, don't worry, I'm not helping you collect money."

"Where is the money? Take it out quickly. I still have something to do, so I have to leave quickly."

Zhao Hongfeng kept urging, and turned his head to look behind him in a panic, fearing that Zhao Wenhui would suddenly appear from somewhere.

Feng Song smiled, his expression looked extremely strange under the dim light, and he said in a hoarse voice.

"Let's go? Where are you going, is it hell?"

Zhao Hongfeng was furious and cursed in anger.

"What do you mean? Don't forget that your son is still in my hands. Don't you want to save him?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm already a dead person anyway."

Feng Song's expression became crazy. He pulled out a watermelon knife from somewhere, and stabbed Zhao Hongfeng with red eyes.

"You guy is wrong, you're really looking for death."

Zhao Hongfeng grabbed the chair under his butt, swung it over with his backhand, and smashed the knife on Feng Song's hand.

But when he took a breath and calmed down, he found that he was alone in the room.

Everything just now seemed like an illusion!

Zhao Hongfeng felt a little dizzy, and he sat on the ground with his butt, stretched out his hand and pinched his legs twice. The biting pain told himself that this was not a dream.

"What the hell is going on?"

He reached out and grabbed his hair, and was extremely crazy in his heart. He took a few deep breaths, forcing his brain to calm down.

Regardless of whether this place is haunted or not, you must leave immediately!

After Zhao Hongfeng thought it through, he turned around and pushed open the window.

The door was locked, so he chose to jump out of the window and leave. Although this is the second floor, there is a certain risk of going down directly, it is better than dying here.

Zhao Hongfeng made up his mind and was about to take the risk to jump down when he suddenly stretched out his head from outside the window.

"Are you coming to accompany me?"

He was shocked and looked carefully. He saw that his face was tattered and full of burns. It looked extremely terrifying and could vaguely recognize that it was Jiang Yuan's appearance.

"You...why are you here too?"

Zhao Hongfeng's old face was blue and white, looking ugly like pig liver, and he closed the window in panic.

But as soon as he turned around, Feng Song, holding the watermelon knife, appeared strangely again, and rushed over with a fierce look.

Zhao Hongfeng rolled and crawled all the way and avoided it, stumbled out of the door, and ran into Zhao Wenhui, who was pale.

This series of torture cannot withstand even if it is of good psychological quality.

Zhao Hongfeng completely collapsed, his legs became weak, and he completely collapsed on the ground.

Zhao Wenhui, who had a "pale complexion", walked over slowly and asked in a low and hoarse manner.

"Today is your death. You can't escape it. Come on with your life!"

Zhao Hongfeng was so scared that his butt was urinated and said with tears in his face.

"Don't kill me, your mother is still in Kevin's hands. If you want to settle the score, you should go to him. This kid is in Shenghai City now."

Crunch!

The door behind him opened, and Feng Song, holding a watermelon knife, rushed out with a sway.

Zhao Hongfeng opened his voice and shouted hysterically.

"Your son was also kidnapped by Kevin. It really has nothing to do with me. There are faults and debts. You go and settle the score with him!"

"Who will I seek to avenge my revenge?"

Jiang Yuan, who had a "rotten meat" look on his face, walked out staggeringly and said gloomyly.
Chapter completed!